Dragons of Asgard 3 by Logan Jacobs (thriller novels to read txt) 📕

I smiled at the mother, and she laid her head down and closed her eyes. She was exhausted, but at least I knew she’d be looked after by the male who brought us here. Besides, I thought she could use a while to herself. She needed to spend time with her baby and heal.

“We should go,” I told the girls. “Let’s give them some time.”

“Of course.” Preyna nodded.

“Blar, are you up for making one last portal for the day?” I asked the little blue dragon.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, but then he closed them, and a few seconds later a portal appeared in front of us. I grabbed the girls’ hands, and for the first time that evening, I really felt Preyna’s skin against mine. The feeling of her soft hand in mine sent a jolt of electricity down my spine, and my heart rate accelerated in response.

We stepped through the portal and immediately found ourselves in my courtyard, and the first thing I did was walk into the small cottage and pour four pints of mead. I also grabbed a pumpkin from the garden and cut it up into small pieces.

When I came back outside, Kas had gotten a fire going, so I took a seat next to the roaring flames and handed each of the girls their glass.

Preyna sat on the log next to me, and Eira, Kas, and Asta sat across the fire from us.

“Your home is lovely,” Preyna said as she looked around. It was dark out, but with the light of the fire, I was sure she could make out the courtyard and cottage pretty well. “The girls told me how you built this all yourself. They say you’re quite the carpenter, as well as an excellent cook.”

“I suppose I’m pretty good,” I chuckled and gestured to the mead in her hand. “I did make the mead after all. I figured we could all use a drink after what just happened.”

“You got that right,” Eira muttered, and she took a long pull from the pint glass and wiped her mouth on the back of her arm. The warband leader wasn’t exactly the most delicate of the women around, but I found her disregard for manners utterly adorable.

“I could definitely use a drink after that,” Kas chuckled. “That was probably the most nerve-wracking thing I’ve ever done.”

“You should really be proud of yourself,” Preyna told her. “Without you there to quell her blood flow, the poor mother would’ve been dead long before I was able to get to her. And stopping her from bleeding out was not an easy thing to do, especially with your bare hands as you did. Most sorcerers require a spell for that, but you were able to do it on your own. That is the mark of a master sorceress.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who really saved the day.” Kas smiled. “She owes her life to you.”

“To both of us,” Preyna corrected, and she looked around at all of us. “To all of you. If you hadn’t gotten to her when you did, she wouldn’t have made it.”

“Either way, I’m just glad she’s alright,” Eira said, and she took another gulp of mead. “Is this how it is for you guys all the time? That was stressful as fuck.”

“I’m afraid that’s how it is most of the time,” I chuckled. “Are you sure you still want to stick around?”

“Definitely,” Eira said with a fervent nod. “I’m eager to deal every single dragon enslaving bastard a bloody justice. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried at this point.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, or if she’s threatening us,” Kas joked.

“I’m sure it’s a wonderful thing,” Preyna said with a smile. “I wish I could be with you all more, but I’m glad I was able to be with you today.”

“So are we,” Asta told the beautiful blonde sorceress.

Blar came over and put his front paws on my leg, and I looked down and nodded at him.

“You’re right,” I said, and I grabbed the pumpkin from the tray I’d brought out and dished it up for the little dragons.

“Good idea,” Kas said when she saw me making the bowls. “They deserve a treat.”

“I thought so, too,” I agreed.

“Especially Blar,” the strawberry-blonde said. “He did so much today.”

The Valkyrie smiled at the little blue dragon as he began to devour the pumpkin in his bowl with terrible smacking sounds.

“The dragon who gave us a ride to the nest was incredibly kind,” Asta said. “He looked after the babies when we went to see if you and Kas needed assistance.”

“Right,” I said. “I got the sense he’s lost members of his own family to the dragon trade. He was very concerned about the mother, which was why he offered to stay with her and look after her while she heals.”

“It’s really incredible to me how dragons look after one another,” Eira said with a shake of her head. “I never expected that from them. I guess I wasn’t really sure what to expect, but they’re such giant creatures, it would seem normal for them to be somewhat territorial, but they’re not.”

“I’m not sure it’s always been like that,” Preyna said. “They’re incredibly intelligent, and I don’t think they’ve ever had any sort of issue with one another, but I don’t think they’ve always lived in the valley as they do now. Before, when the world was safer for them, dragons traveled through portals often and would go to different realms to hunt, or even to live there. But now that nowhere is safe for them anymore, it seems they’ve banded together to try and make things easier for one another and keep each other safe.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Asta nodded. “They’ve lived